<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420214" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dead Girl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At first I didn’t see her, .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, half hidden in the leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the early morning darkness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothings ever what it seems.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The leaves were wet and sticky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but not with morning dew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The smell of blood assaulted me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now what was I to do? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She must have been a jogger</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> on an early morning run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-Was she the victim of a killer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or dead from a “Hit and run”? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was someone, somewhere worried? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That she wasn’t back on time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know that I would go insane</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were she a child of mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I checked around to see if</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were clues upon the ground..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just then a squad car passed by-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Frantically, I waved them down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I couldn’t help the Cops much</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-I had driven my wife to the train..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’d dropped off my car for service</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mechanic will say the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I gave the cops my name and number</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An ambulance was called.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They were told they need not hurry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-Just a removal to the morgue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420214" data-title="The Dead Girl de John F. McCullagh" data-description="At first I didn’t see her, . There, half hidden in the leaves. In the early morning darkness Nothings ever what it seems. The leaves were wet and sticky but not with morning dew. The smell of blood assaulted me Now what was I to do? ..."></div> </div> </div>

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